Mira
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Post by Mira on Oct 10, 2019 4:15:37 GMT -5
(Combat, Champ 3, VR Octagon)
Planet Frieza certainly was certainly one of those very unique places in this Universe. Hit had been told that the Headhunters guild here would provide him with work. The Assassin knew that most of his work was always going to be unfulfilling in his search for competition, but he also knew that he had to do the little things in order to get to where he would have the reputation worthy of the bigger kills.
For now though he was going to continue to study this place. Well he was going to continue to study the entire Universe as he knew the little details made all of the difference in combat. Normally, he had his special abilities that made things easy, but he had heard of so many masters teaching combat in this Universe that visiting them could only help to learn more about what he was going to have to face.
That is what led him to the training facility of the Frost Clan. The leader he had come to know as Frost and he was the one that seemed to truly be in control of this planet. Many others had roles within the Planet Trade that might have even exceeded his own, but he was the one that seemed to always be around from what Hit had come to learn. He was the one that was the best source of information about the mighty organization.
As the Assassin entered the training chambers, he had his true power masked, but his demeanor seemed to still catch the attention of many others in the room. He could hear them whispering, trying to find out who this mysterious man was. Lord Frost had given the facility to the trainees for a little while to work on whatever they desired. Hit simply walked to the center of the fighting area and stood, hands still in pockets waiting for someone to come and try something.
WC: 322
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Post by Jiren on Oct 10, 2019 5:09:47 GMT -5
Scorch shifted his feet, shuffling back, to reset to his starting position, the alien that was holding the bag for him adjusted his grip, just as Scorch's foot lashed out, striking the bag low, then high. His left foot came over as he twisted mid kick and planted his left foot in the middle of the bag. His tail came in handy, as he whipped it, giving his mid air twist the momentum he needed to land on the floor. The door opening caught his attention though, and he stopped what he was doing, and turned towards the door.
Toweling off his sweat, he sat and observed the other fighters. Fists and feet flew, the sounds of training rang through the room, Scorch definitely noticed the smell of sweat, and crinkled his nose as he watched as the strange purple man saunter so casually into the training room, hands in his pockets. The confidence that he exuded told Scorch that this was probably not what it seemed. No one goes into a fighting arena, and presents themselves this way, without having power. Scorch had learned much over the last few weeks. He slowly looked the man over, calm, quiet.
Hey, new guy. You look like your here for a purpose. What's your deal? Looking for a fight? Do a little training?"
Scorch walked over to the man, and extended a hand tentatively.
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Mira
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Post by Mira on Oct 10, 2019 20:20:38 GMT -5
Only one in particular decided to speak up to Hit as he entered the training facility and went right to the battle area. The Legendary Assassin didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge the one who spoke up though as that wasn’t his style. He knew that his presence and actions would be throwing down the gauntlet to the ones that normally used this place, but truthfully, he didn’t really care at all about offending them. He was just looking to see if anyone would actually be able to give him a challenge here.
Still standing, eyes closed with hands in his pocket the Assassin replied, ”I only wish to deal with those strong enough to be a real test. If you think are that, then feel free to try your hand and face me in here.”
Verbally throwing out the challenge was enough for him now. He simply narrowed in his mind to truly focus on what was going to happen next. If his opponent was the man that spoke up to him, then he likely wasn’t going to actually enjoy being called out like this. It was going to likely end up in a little battle, but for the most part Hit just wanted to see what they would do. He didn’t have any grand desire to make a power statement or invoke fear into these trainees he was just wanting to learn more. That is what he always was doing. Learning about those in the Universe so that he could use that knowledge later if needed.
WC: 259 Spar WC: 581
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Post by Jiren on Oct 11, 2019 11:23:16 GMT -5
Scorch carefully assessed the man in the center of the room, "Only those strong enough to be a real challenge," the man's words rang in his head. Scorch had learned alot, but he was beginning to see that when it came to the world, he was truly but a naive babe, his mothers swaddling just barely falling off and opening his eyes to the reality or the universe. Sure, he was angry, he had issues, rages, even deep seated vendetta's and hatred's, but maybe they were misplaced. This purple man standing across the training center was a man of determination. One does not simply walk into Lord Frosts training facility and issue a challenge the way this stranger had, without having one of two things. The strength to back up your... Scorch realized wasn't sure if this man was demonstrating arrogance, or confidence in his own abilities.
A third option occurred to Scorch, stupidity. Maybe he truly was as weak as he felt at this exact moment, but had such levels of Stupidity, Arrogance, and Confidence, that it led this man to come and challenge those who were far beyond his ability to stand toe to toe with. Scorch's internal dialog, the little changeling that had taken up resident on his shoulder recently told him, "Scorch, The most likely answer here, is that he is much more powerful than he is letting on. Watch yourself." This little voice had guided him well every since his strange encounter with Lord Frieza during his meditations earlier in the week.
Scorch walked slowly around the training center in order to stand directly across from the man. The man's movement, or lack thereof, in his body. Almost like a statue. Scorch's inner voice once again tried to warn him, "This man be a lot of things, but whats more important is what you don't see. In this case, there is no sign of fear, or any concern or worry about his presence here. This being is powerful."
"How about a good old fashion fist fight, my friend," Scorch balled up his fists and hit his knuckles against one another.
WC: 355 Spar WC: 587
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Post by Mira on Oct 11, 2019 17:03:23 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for someone to come and join him in the center of the training room. The battle area used for active spars or even grudge battles amongst trainees was a good enough place for a little fun, but still Hit kind of wished that something more was here. He pivoted slightly to face the Changeling who dared to enter the area with him, he hoped he was not sensing the full extent of what this one could actually do. It would have been a situation similar to that of Kanassa if this was truly his limit.
”If you wish to test yourself then go ahead, but I can assure you that glory will not come from this encounter. All you will take from this is pain.” Hit said, his hands still tucked away in the pockets of his coat showing a complete disdain for what he was expecting to get from this warrior. He let out a sharp edge of his power to flicker across the facility. Not the full extent of it and not keeping it apparent, but simply making sure the fear was felt by anyone who could sense such things.
He almost dared to even close his eyes at this point, but he didn’t want to get too arrogant. For now, his senses and mind would remain focused simply waiting to see what this bold opponent would do and if he was just trying to stand up for his training facility or if he actually had a chance to put up a good show against the Legendary Assassin. His glare pushed to his opponent now, trying to mentally break him before this little struggle even began. He knew it would be the best way to learn about this opponent before the battle even began. If he could break him this easily then he had to find a more worthy foe.
WC: 316 Hit WC: 897
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Post by Jiren on Oct 11, 2019 18:58:02 GMT -5
Scorch felt it. The power that this man exuded, was that a hint? Was that everything that he could do? It was impressive to say the least. Scorch looked around at the other's in the room. Several of them had stopped what they were doing, and focused there attention on the purple fighter in the center of the room, they had clearly felt it as well. Scorch wondered if what they felt was the same, was it just instinctual that they felt the power or did they have some sort of ability to truly grasp what this man was hiding.
"You must tell me how it is you are able to hide your power my friend, that ability is most interesting to me," Scorch addressed the man who was about to become his adversary. Scorch knew after that last demonstration just how outclassed he actually was, but could not help but desire to try. The attempt itself, to stand toe to toe with someone as powerful as this man, was almost as useful as other training. What are his limits.
Scorch ground his right foot into the padding on the floor, and braced himself for the pain that he knew was coming. His opponent clearly did not want to be the initiator, so Scorch would have to start, an ironic situation knowing just how badly he was likely to get hammered. Scorch used his tail to assist in his spring towards the purple man, his fists flying, as quickly as he could manage. He had swung for the shoulders, the kidneys and the center of the chest, as quickly as he could hoping to land at least one of of the blows without being snapped in half.
In his peripheral vision he saw the onlookers, surprise, morbid curiosity and some even grinned with a sadistic interest in the little changeling that looked like he was about to worked over.
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Post by Mira on Oct 12, 2019 16:23:18 GMT -5
Hit now had his target. It wasn’t an assassination so the Changeling was safe from the fact that he would be dead if it was. This was just a test a way for him to learn more about the powerful race that seemed to have a strong foothold in this Universe. He knew of only 1 like them in his Universe and that one was never really on his radar as a threat because of what he did. This place though, it seemed like this race of super powerful beings was more important and certainly had a bigger read than what he expected. If Lord Frost was going to be the one paying the contracts he was taking out, then he wanted to know what to expect if the leader of this faction ever stepped against those he paid so handsomely.
When the Changeling finally stood before him he asked a simple question of how he hid his power as he did. The Assassin looked at the Changeling and shook his head, ”I’d say if you have to ask that question you are not ready to be in this fighting grounds with me.” He kept his hands tucked away for now, ”But if you felt what a flashed, then I should warn you that it is only the tip of the iceberg. The power that caught the attention of this entire place is just the beginning and by the reactions around the room it alone I far more than can be handled here.”
The bold Changeling didn’t wait much longer to start the encounter. He used his tail to push off and start with a series of rapid-fire strikes. To many it probably looked like Hit didn’t even move at all as he flashed the immense speed, he had to dodge the strikes and gave the look that the strikes had gone right through is body. As his body seemed to finally shift 10 feet to the side, he noticed that his opponent had looked at the onlookers he shook his head seeing this.
”They are not important and you can’t let them distract you. Even in that moment your eyes focused on the peripherals I could have struck and finished you off. You have to keep your attention locked in and focused in a battle or else it can be over in a flash.” The Assassin knew that the place he stepped in was often for training as well and he figured he might as well give the Changeling a pointer or two before he finished him off. He wanted to see what was going to happen next and if he would learn. After he saw that, he would finish this off. He was in no hurry yet.
WC: 459 Hit WC: 1,356
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Post by Jiren on Oct 13, 2019 0:32:06 GMT -5
Scorch's attacks missed, badly. Swing after swing seemed to just go right through his opponent. What was this guy's deal, he walked into Lord Frosts training chamber, and stood there, making challenges with his body language. Scorch intended to test himself against this man, but other than dodging every attack, he seemed to be avoiding any conflict whatsoever.
The opponent commented on Scorch's watching of the others out of his peripherals. He was chastising Scorch for this, and Scorch couldnt help but get irritated at the opponent. He chastised Scorch for his actions, yet his own actions seemed to be contradictory. He seemed to want to challenge someone, but when someone stepped up he was avoiding all contact, and even dodged Scorchs attempts to engage him in a bit of a training match. "Your an enigma sir. You come in here, seemingly looking for a bit of a training match, I offered to join you in a little spar, and you seem like your some sort of pacifist. What's going on?"
As he spoke, the options for what the man's motivation were spun through his mind, and one caught his attention. Lord Frost, he intends to challenge Lord Frost, not one of his lowly trainee's. Yes, that must be what his true intentions were. As he thought about this, it started to raise his anger, an anger that was very uncharacteristic for Scorch until the last week or two. He was already angling this anger towards this fellow, and he knew nothing about him. Sometime in the last weeks, he had lost his composure, and allowed his emotions to begin ruling his behaviours, and this was something that he knew in his mind that he needed to get under control, but that did not make the practical aspect of actually doing so any easier.
Scorch stopped himself, and took a few steps back from purple man, "You know, I have let certain things get the better of me, that's not my way. My previous question still stands, do you truly wish to train a bit, or am I correct in assuming that you come here for something far more your style, maybe, Lord Frost?"
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Post by Mira on Oct 13, 2019 16:35:03 GMT -5
A pacifist… The Assassin had been called a number of things in his life but that was certainly not one of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight or didn’t believe in violence, but he also didn’t think it was of total necessity for him to simply smoke this changeling as soon as the altercation began. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, but it also wouldn’t really be in the right concept of a training center like this. It also would not allow him to learn anything. So far all he learned was that he could damage pride and make them think rather easily. Hit was well aware that he could do both of things before this encounter ever began though. That was one of the main ways he managed to be so efficient after his name was known before.
The Changeling seemed to not know what to do as Hit could almost see his mind running through possible options of what to do or what the objective of this entire thing truly was. He didn’t really seem to understand, but that was fine with the Legendary Assassin. The ability of this particular Changeling to understand what was going on here was not that important to him.
It was then that he started to verbalize that he might have been here to face off against Lord Frost, the leader of this particular training academy and most of the Planet Trade Organization. That too wasn’t the case as it would have been foolish to take out the man that was seemingly the monetary backing of most of the work that the Headhunters Guild here was given.
Hit shook his head, ”If I was coming for your leader, you wouldn’t even know I existed in the first place and he’d likely be already dead.” The Assassin said in a deep and determined voice, ”I simply came here to learn about this organization. If I wanted more, then I would be happy to take it.”
He untucked his hands from his coat finally, ”Also, a pacifist I am clearly not.” Just then he skipped time moving to the Changeling in a flash before he unleashed a strong two strike combination of one to the body and the other to the neck. It was meant only to knock him out though and not to kill him if it connected, but he strongly doubted this would be avoided at this point. The Assassin would appear right after a few feet away standing calmly with his back turned to the Changeling. He tucked his arms back into the pockets of his coat waiting to see if he heard words of just a thud of him hitting the ground. Either way he would learn enough just from that quick burst or at least that was the objective.
WC: 471 Hit WC: 1,827
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Post by Jiren on Oct 13, 2019 17:40:44 GMT -5
Scorch had been learning much, but the lesson he was about to learn, was one that he had never even fathomed learning today. Pain. Excruciating pain. And yet, this lesson was one that he had brought on himself. Scorch had grown up with stories about Lord Frieza. This man was supposedly the strongest in the universe if his mother was to be believed. Yet, today, he was about to realize, that the man standing in front of him, that he had been egging to fight him, was far superior to Lord Frieza in every possible way.
This man was here to find information. Information about the PTO, about Lord Frosts organization? The man, whose name he still did not know, had not specified what organization he was gathering information about. The very act of information gathering, implied that there was someone above him, if he was gathering information, that must mean that he had someone that he worked for. Scorch wondered if there was a rival organization out there in the galaxy. In that very moment though, Scorch had a realization, he kept thinking that he had learned something profound about the world, each time he learned something new, he felt he had finally opened his mind to the greater universe and understood its mysteries, but in that moment, he realized that he was but a cockroach in back alley dumpster, believing that he is master of his domain, when in reality he is nothing. Such a profound realization definitely made Scorch realize that he didnt know anything.
Scorch was but a babe, suckling at the teat of any who would teach him the ways of the universe, although, he began to fear that he would need to learn those ways himself. Likely that learning would not be easy, nor would it be painless. In that moment, his realization that learning would not be painless, was when his opponent spoke again, denying Scorch's claim that he was a pacifist. One moment, Scorch was looking across the several feet that divided the two fighters, and the next, he was staring down at the mats beneath his feet, desperately fighting back the blackness that was closing in on his vision. He tried to focus on what had just happened. Two blows, he was relatively sure of it, one to his body, where he felt the majority of the pain radiating across his body, the other blow had hit him either in the head or in the neck. The searing pain in his skull told him that, as his body attempted to deal with the increasing pain, his nerves felt as if they were on fire, and it spread down his back and into his limbs, even his tail was on fire.
The blackness had pushed in so far that Scorch could not even hear what was going on around him, he had no way of telling if this mystery opponent was preparing to finish him off. All that the changeling knew was the beat of his heart, and the darkness that closed in closer and closer with every beat, the searing pain was overwhelming his bodies ability to cope. His fight to stay conscious was valiant, but ultimately pointless.
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